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Such a thing was to be expected. The thing here being that Strife's fiery attack did not effect Crisis in the least bit. In fact, it seemed to be absorbed into him. Strife narrowed his eyes, seeing Crisis come out of the flames before he actually emerged from the flames. In response, the Sharingan changed in Strife's eyes, becoming two tribal suns; a double Mangekyou Sharingan. As soon as Crisis actually burst from the flames, Strife would be focusing into the center of Crisis's chest.

Amaterasu. Unless Crisis could actually see that he was about to be consumed in the unholy flames, he'd have no way of preventing it. Unless this Core Stage I could also absorb those flames, this fight might have already been over. Knowing Crisis, it was likely not so. If Crisis had somehow absorbed the flames as he had done with the regular ones, Strife would activate Kamui, and focus on Crisis's neck, causing Amaterasu's flames to be focused on that focal point, and be funneled into the specific point of his neck. This would result in the condensing of the flames, and therefore make them much more potent. If Crisis was somehow still unaffected by this, Strife would end both abilities and run forward to meet him, thrusting Gekido's twin tips right into Crisis's bladed knuckles, activating Gekido's coldfire and becoming wreathed in the blue flames. If Crisis made any attempt to alter the course of his fist to strike anywhere near Strife's body, using the Sharingan, Strife would redirect the thrust of Gekido accordingly.

Crisis would do well to stay away, knowing the blade as well as Strife did. In addition, since Crisis's gauntlet would be stopped by the blade, Strife ejected the left blade into his left hand, now holding both swords, and hack down with the left blade onto Crisis's right shoulder, aiming to sever this gauntlet and the arm it was equipped to from his body.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Crisis did just what Strife would of predicted. The amaterasu flames would be absorbed by Crisis. Their power fueling his. Both times he used them it was absorbed. "like i said get a new trick" His gauntlet being apart of him also being uneffected by such flames as Amaterasu. As the Strife brought his blade to his gauntlet. Crisis opening his palm at the last moment. Grabing the twin blade in his hand. He did indeed know about the blades abilitys and attributes. Crisis's gauntlet also had another ability. It took the blue flames that Strife would generate, and moved them to the gauntlet then they faded. The more power he used the more he drew from the blade itself. The absorbtion would being moving up the blade as well at a slow pace. To Strife himself. Haveing grabed the blade in the way he did would prevent Strife from detatching the left blade from the right. Thus complelty stoping any other attack Stife would of planed. At that same moment. Crisis left hand up to the elbow was solidfied in the same type of gauntlet as the last ont. "Stage II of the Core, set" He mentioned in passing. His left hand already going strait for Strife's chest. His hand in a spear like fasion. He planed to impale him. through the chest. Haveing Strife in a dead lock. The only possible way to avoid this was to let go of his sword.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

It wasn't that Shugo didn't enjoy watching fights, but the fact that this was her brother fighting, followed by the vague understanding that Crisis had basically taken every single attack with ease, made her rather angry. The attack that he was using now was the same one which had peirced her chest. With Crisis' main focus elsewhere, she slowly raised her bloody, wounded hand as if to claw at her own chest in frustration again, but in the middle of her hand's movement it slowed and stopped. She knew it would take more blood to achieve a tendril long and fast enough to reach Crisis, so she had planned for that as well, her other hand rose, her sharp claws tearing at the hole in her wounded hand, making more blood spew out. In the same instant the blood became a tendril with sharp hooks facing backwards so that if her attack hit, it would lodge itself into him. The slithering tendril spanned the distance between herself and Crisis in no more than a second or so, aimed at his side. The attack was quick, purposefully, so as to avoid Crisis getting too much of a hint before hand. Unless he ceased his attack on her brother and refocused, he might end up skwered. The whole time Shugo's face was contorted into a furious glaring snarl, aimed at none other that Crisis.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Strife saw Crisis was aiming to disarm him. It wasn't happening. He could tell Crisis was assuming that with the way he was attacking, the only way to survive was to let go. He was wrong. That troubled Strife, however. Though he didn't show it, he knew Crisis was smarter than this. He knew Crisis had to have planned before that. Because of this, keeping aware, Strife placed both hands on Gekido's handle and swung it further to the right, turning with the swing. Considering Crisis had grabbed the blade, his arm would be tugged along with it, moving Crisis off of his feet.

Although he did not realize it, his punch was a moot point. Since Crisis had not stepped forward to deliver his punch, it would never reach Strife. His first punch would have to have been extended in order to reach Strife, and Strife had now blocked that with his blade. Considering his blade was an additional three feet added onto the two or three feet Crisis's arms would be, merely punching forward would not have worked without stepping forward to get a bit more closure. Unless Crisis let go of the blade; the irony of which situation brought a smirk to Strife's face, he would be launched straight into Shugo's attack. Even if he did let go, he would still be subject to dealing with it.

If he didn't end this now, he would be in a much more difficult situation, for not only would he have to engage in combat with Crisis, but he would have to prevent him from hurting his sister any more than he already had. Strife detached the left blade manually, yanking it out of Crisis's grip; provided that grip hadn't been severed already, and then, using the advantageous situation of having Crisis facing mostly away from him, and therefore having to take more time to properly react, swung a powerful blow with his left hand towards Crisis's exposed back, keeping his right in Crisis's hand considering he was still grabbing onto it. In the situation Crisis had let go of the blade, he would now be using the right for blocking and reacting.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Crisis, realized his attack with his attack would not connect because of the distance between them. It was something he had not took into acount. Takeing a mental not of this to not underestimate Strife again. It was a foolish move on his part. When strife pulled on the blade. Crisis would be unmoved and the blade would not budge other. Strife was not going to over power him in this case he had an iron grip on the blade. Sense Crisis would see that his attack would not connect he just look at Strife, unmoving for a few moment takeing into account everything he had taught his brother up to this point. He could no longer go easy or underestimate him. He would have to show him what its like playing as a Sinaura. As strife would attempt to detatch the blade from the other it would fail. Crisis grip was not going to budge for even an instant. He was very focused on keeping his hold on it after all. Also because of this Crisis energy/power draining ability that had been moving up the blade would reach Strife when he attempted to for the first pulling of the blade to lift Crisis. So by the time he got around to thinking about detaching the blade manually which had failed Crisis power would of reached Strife and been draining his power. Crisis would have firmly plated his foot, before and by this point so he would of been unmovable by Strife. Because of this Strife would still be infront of Crisis Not behind thus his attack to the back would never happen, unless he was to let go of the sword. Which in that case 2 options were open to him. But first Umare's attack that was coming in from his side, the moment it got with in 15ft of Crisis the blood tendril would fall to the ground in a blood spatter as the power inside it had been drained from it. Onto the options.

If Strife did let go of the blade to stop both the power draining ability and being infront of Crisis. And continued his attack to Crisis back side, he would react by dropping the blade himself letting it hit the ground. Then he would let himself also fall forward, avoiding the attack to his back, and also sending up a kick with his right foot aiming directly for Strife lower back aswell. Balancing himself on his hands a bit. After that wether or not the kick landed he would use the motion of kicking off Strife or use his hands to flip his body forward and away from Strife. Now if Strife did not let go of the black. They would still be faceing each other. Crisis draining His power. At that moment Crisis would not have to do much but keep his conection to Stife. For he would feel his power draining from him faster the longer they were in contact like this. A direct contact would make it that much worse. Brining his left arm back close to him, bent at the knee, clenching his fist tho. He slid his left foot back so that as his right arm was griping the black, he showed less of himself to Strife making himself less of a target. At the same time He grew a large smirk on his face. "Stage III of the Core....Set" He whispered. On crisis shoulder formed the same silver metal, this time wrapped in several chains. The shoulder armor on the left shoulder was in the form of a Giant eye, it was closed, the chains wrapping around the whole thing. Several spikes were sticking out on various parts of it. On his right shoulder formed a shoulder plate armor with a Dragon head for its ornament, also with chains all over it. The eyes of the Dragon head clearly closed. Chain also wrapped around it aswell. As this happens Strife would feel that the power drain leaps up in strength. All of these changes, movments and such happpend with in a few moments of each other.

In either case of this. If the first option was taken. Then Crisis would bring in both his arms close to him bent at the Elbow. Sort of Dragon Ball Z style and speak the words. "Stage III of the Core...Set" And all of the added shoulder armor, their decriptions and increased power. Would still take place on his body. But just in another time and place. Nothing about that would change in any shape or form. Crisis would have that smirk on his face rgaurdless of options chosen aswell.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Figures. Shugo hadn't had high hopes for the attack to begin with, but seeing it fail so blatantly didn't make her happy. Cross with her lack of energy she snarled, rubbing her face with her hands for a moment in an attempt to stay awake, which left a bit of blood on her face. Unfortunately the extra release of blood from her hand and the energy wasted on the useless blood attack made drifting off more and more appealing. She glared at the sky, her uninjured hand gripping the stone furiously before finally her eyelids slid closed over her bloodshot eyes. Having no remaining energy and teetering on the passing out she finally allowed herself to slip into unconsciousness for the first time since the attack Crisis had made on her. The hand that had been gripping the 'table' beneath her went slack, whilst her other hand continued to drip blood just like the puncture in her chest. Her breathing continued but it was shallow.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Strife found out all too early that he was not going to be tugging Crisis anywhere. It didn't make sense to him; Crisis should not weigh that much. Then it hit him. The armor. It might have been much more than he had originally anticipated. Strife returned an expressionless stare to Crisis as he, too, stared. From looking, Strife could tell the gloves were probably about to come off; though of course not in the literal sense. Strife had to start thinking three steps ahead instead of two. Using every scrap of information he could call up, he would have to start influencing Crisis's moves in order to guarantee victory.

As such, when he felt his energy start draining, he did the most unpredictable thing he could think of: he let go of Gekido. In addition, because he could not slip Gekido out of Crisis's grasp, he could not attack him in the way he had originally intended, and so gave up on that endeavor for now, for it may cause fatal errors. Crisis reacted by dropping Gekido as well, before dropping low and launching a kick at Strife. At this moment, Strife released the Sharingan. It was wasting energy he was going to need. It appeared he was going for Strife's abdomen. At this moment, Strife tapped into his bloodline, jumping to 5% of its power. This caused him to grow two inch claws, which he used on his left hand to grab Crisis's right foot by the ankle, raking the claws into him. The force Crisis put into the kick worked against him as it made Strife's claws turn his right calf into confetti. This also served to slow the kick down, and as such have it not reach Strife. If he were to suffer an energy drain from this, something peculiar would happen: the grass for a ten foot radius around them would crumble, turning from green to brown, and from brown to black, before blowing away in ashes. Strife's current energy would stay the same, as he caught Gekido with the crevice between his ankle and the top of his boot with a kick, sending it straight into his right hand, catching it by the handle.

Strife was perfectly prepared if Crisis managed to launch another attack at him in the process of this. He let go of Crisis's right leg, which would be mostly useless now until he healed, and skidded back on his feet, separating Gekido's blades while he still had the chance, turning the left blade underhand. In addition, he had also figured out Crisis's regular area of energy drain. He couldn't deal with long ranged attacks until they hit about fifteen feet. He could use that to his advantage.

The only problem was that Crisis had now activated another stage of his power. That was going to increase the range. At two pieces of armor, the drain was fifteen feet. At three, Strife could only guess it would be about twenty-three feet. Even at that, he was aware it might be more. If Crisis attempted in any way to stop Strife from stepping back, or even from catching Gekido, Gekido would suddenly disappear, and simply reform in both of Strife's hands. I should have done that in the first place.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Crisis, instead of dropping Gekido kept his grip on it. He still activated his armor upgrade. Crisis would use the moment where Strife let go of his sword. He jumped back from his opp instead of launching forward. He made sure as he landed he slid a bit more back. He of course came out of this unharmed sense he never went to kick Strife this time. Because he was still holding Gekido it would make it impossible for Strife to do his kick up to retieve his blade. Also being that he like Strife could control and handle the blade. It was not possible for it to disappear from his hands. For it was in the hand of it original creator. Thus everything that Strife would of attempted was a moot point. The range of Crisis power drain was now sat at around 30ft around his personal space. When he jumped back from Strife he had move to around 50ft away. So Strife was just out of his range. The way the ability worked as Strife would be able to guess or figure out. Is that the closer you are to the center as in, the closer you are to Crisis. The stronger the loss of power is on his enemy. Crisis sort of just watched Strife a few moment continplating his next move. "You know brother. I think Umare-chan is going to die soon if she doesnt get that seal off her or get at least some healing" He smirked. "I wonder if you can even do that.." He Tightened his grip on Gekido tell it started to crack on both parts of the blade, in his hand. The crack would slowly move up the blades' length. Untill it hit the hilt. Then the sword would shatter. Crisis would hold up his left hand as the shard of the blade fell into his palm. Then they faded becoming apart of his gauntlet. Strife would finally realized what this armor was made of. It was Kyuuketsuki. Crisis's sword made manifest in new form. The birth giver of Gekido. In that exact moment. 2 long black on each of his armored gauntlets formed along the length. And stretched out just a bit past the knuckles. Crisis never took his eyes off Strife while his armor evolved adding Gekido's power to it. "Assimilation Complete" He stated. This was not like the stages he had been doing. This was an addition sort of thing ontop of that.

Crisis, would now start the real battle. Sense things for the most part had been reset Crisis decided to make the first move. He started running toward Strife very fast. As he got to around 30ft from him just in range of his absorption ability. Strife would feel it start to be drawn form him but not alot of course. Untill Crisis jumped into the air and forward in his direction. He came down from above closeing the gap of 30ft to nothing in a matter of seconds. His right fist aiming directly for his head. He did not put any power into the attack just strength. His punch would cause Strife's skull to be crushed in if the attack was a complelty direct hit. Anything blocking its path like a power shield, would not only be first weakend in power by Crisis absorbtion ability it would also then of course be crushed by his attack. Makeing him continue tell he hit a part of Strife or the ground. If he was to miss this first attack. He would move as soon as he had complelty landed whitch would not be to long after the attack. And move to attack with his other Fist with the same force and conditions as the last attack he made. If his first strike was to miss Strife complelty and hit the ground. It would not phase Crisis in the slightest and he would still quickl move back into postion to make that second attack like it did not happen. If Strife moved back from the first attack, Crisis would move in what ever direction Strife did. Using his fast speed and sensory skills to find him if he was to flash away in some fashion.

If Strife had planed to move move forward during Crisis first run. He would still jump but sooner obviously and still initiate his whole attack sequence. If Strife was to Launch any sort of attack at him while he was in the air. If it was power based any attack no mater its scale by the time it reached him would be absorbed or fade before it reached him because of his power ability. If Strife was to toss a physical object it would not interfere with Crisis to much, while moving he would simply deflect any physical object with himself. Lastly If Strife was to escape under ground. Using his ability to sense power, and such. He would let his first attack go ahead and definitely hit the ground shattering a larger crater then would of happened otherwise. Trying to unravel where he was exactly down there. All of these motions and calculation, would happen with in seconds of each other. Following what ever path was taken. Crisis face would have a calm expression on his face with that smirk. It was clear he was have an extreme amount of fun with this. It was a blast really.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Strife watched as Crisis only held onto Gekido. He knew all too well what was going to follow, and he was perfectly prepared for it. Crisis had forged that blade himself, he knew, and as of late, Crisis was very fond of taking it away from him when he needed it. Only when Crisis backed up and was about thirty feet away from him did he feel the energy drain stop. Crisis then backed up to a total of fifty feet. Strife made no attempt to stop that, and did not even appear fazed when Gekido shattered. He just narrowed his eyes; he should have expected that. It was then that Crisis mocked him, reminding him of just the situation he was in. He not only had to defeat Crisis; he was on a time limit.

He watched as Crisis assimilated Gekido into his armor. That affirmed his worries. Strife had originally been confounded as to why Crisis was not using Kyuuketsuki; he seemed to never have. The answer hit him that he was using Kyuuketsuki, he had just changed its form. That indeed answered the energy drain issue. Strife paid close attention as Crisis charged at him, jumping. It seemed Crisis was getting desperate, for that was a very risky move, even with Kyuuketsuki. Strife ran forward to meet him head-on after Crisis jumped. However, he did not jump as well. Instead, he ripped off the red haori around his shoulders and tossed it into Crisis. If anything, it would serve as a distraction, and that was all he needed, as before the haori reached Crisis, the red color would change to a royal blue. “Gunslinger,” Strife muttered. In that very instant, Strife was covered in a black leather coat, the bottom of which didn't extend past his waist, and two black guns appeared in his hands. He instantly took aim and barraged Crisis with a spray of bullets, knowing Crisis would attempt to block them, but to no avail, for he was aiming for every vital spot imaginable, and with the speed of the spread, at least one was going to have to connect. This transformation took place instantly.

If Crisis sent an additional attack from above that would reach him before the first attack did, Strife would roll out of the way, under and past Crisis. In either case, unless Crisis could fly, he would still be coming down. This worked to Strife's advantage, as he had ran forward enough for Crisis to just miss him, and have his back turned to Strife. A bad disadvantage. No sooner than Crisis's trajectory had been thrown off did Strife mutter, “Swordmaster.” Crisis would likely not notice, for he most certainly would have gotten rid of the haori by that point, but it turned from a shade of royal blue to blood red.

From five feet away from Crisis, while his back was turned, Strife would holster the guns and in his hand would appear a black sword with runes. It was more like the original Gekido, for it was four feet long, and styled like a longsword. It was also a hand-and-a-half. In addition, his left hand also gained a twin of the blade. This transformation was also instantaneous. He slashed down with the sword in his right hand, sending a projected slash towards Crisis, more powerful than he had ever experienced from Strife. It crushed the very ground as it headed towards Crisis, around four feet wide and fifty feet into the air. Strife cared not if he blocked it; no pair of gauntlets were ever made for such abuse.

While Strife doubted not the level of craftsmanship they had; it was Kyuuketsuki, after all, they were made for attacking. There was only so much stress they could take. Destroying them was not even on Strife's priority list. Strife's intention was to start hitting the body under the armor; using the armor to its wearer's disadvantage. Even if Kyuuketsuki came out without a scratch, Crisis wouldn't. Gauntlets and bracers were made to save your arms, but they never guarded you completely from injury. The very force of the slash would put stress on the gauntlets, and therefore Crisis's arm. It would deal damage in some way, shape, or form, and that was all Strife wanted it to do. Since it was not formed from energy, it would not be affected by the energy drain; it was simply a slash so powerful that it projected itself through the air to a certain extent.

He kept the sword in his left hand idle, for it would be needed when Crisis reacted. If Crisis launched any sort of energy attack at him, or even his own attack, Strife would slash it with the left blade, cutting through it and causing it to split off of its original course, and not causing harm to Strife in any way. If Crisis were to somehow launch a physical object, Strife's reaction would be somewhat different, but only in the slightest. Strife would slash up at an angle away from him, hitting the object away. If he were to somehow launch multiple physical objects, Strife's reaction would remain the same, except he would swing with enough power; power here meaning physical force, to create a current powerful enough to not only stop the objects, but carry them with the current away from him, into the air in Crisis's direction. Finally, if Crisis were to block, as he intended him to, and come out of it unscathed, he would be prepared in any case.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Crisis, coming through the air down at Strife was a bit amused by the tossing of hiori. Being a clothing item it was easy to knock it aside with out hindering him in anyway really. It was not large enough to obscure his birds eye view of the situation during that time either. The hiori would be out of his view in that exact moment that Strife finished his transformation. Crisis smirked tho even more so as this Gunslinger mode was activated. The bullets coming up to him. "Gravity Stage III of the core, Set" He mentioned as Strife took aim and fired. The moment the bullets shot out from there barrels, they would only go so far into the air and then fall down. Being around 30ft in the air and coming down, the bullets were already in the range of his current state. This changed his absorbtion filed of power/energy to his control of gravity in that range. This was the max range for this mode. He also could not use the Power/energy absorption at the same time as this. His armor changed in that same flash as well to a more sleek like set, shirnking to be more forming fitting, now just scale like armor on the gauntlets with the blades, and the shoulder also became normal shoulders. This armor was for speed. The bullets would still come but would come to a crawl before they hit him and fall. He would still be coming down ontop of Strife. The gravity would severaly slow down his every movment. Tell the movement he had planed to use to get behind him would indeed fail. At this point to escape it he would have to exert a force strong enough to escape that of smaller black holes, or other gravity well types. This would also stop Him from changing his outfit to the swordmaster. Sense Strife would of acknowledged the fact that he was in Crisis range. This attack could not fail by the standards set by not just Crisis but Strife aswell. This would allow Crisis attack to the head to connect with out fail. All of this would of happend with in moments. Around that same moment. To cover that distance to Strife fast. The gravity pull that he was exerting on Strife, he had extended to him as well, clearing that 10ft difference in half a second. His fist would collide with the forehead of Strife. The blades digging into the flesh and slashing into it as Crisis hit the ground. His first coming down his face, missing the neck, hitting the chest, and stopping around the heart area. Where Crisis taking advantage of this would shove his fist into Strife's Chest grabbing his heart. "Brother....This is over" he stated staring into what would be half dead eyes.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Unfortunately for Strife, the tossing of his haori did little more than amuse Crisis, though that wasn't part of his main objective. The main objective was to buy him some time. It didn't. It was at that moment that Crisis switched from his energy absorption to gravity. It appeared that he had to actually switch, so that was one thing Strife could take advantage of. He realized all too late that that was one opportunity he wasn't going to have. He could not even aim his guns. He could not move. Someone smashed his forehead open with a large hammer, before ramming a white hot sword through his chest, to which his eyes widened, before slowly narrowing back to calm, logical thought. As he coughed up blood, he strained his eyes to find out the white hot sword was Kyuuketsuki on Crisis's arm.

The pain of this caused him to drop the right handgun. His vision became red-tinted, and blurry. Every breath became labored, as if to breath in he had to push up a mountain with his lungs. One last push. As Crisis announced that this was the end, he would also feel like a white hot sword pierced his stomach, as Strife used most of his remaining strength to spear his abdomen with his claws. He had intended to wrap his hand around his spine, but had not the strength. He slowly reached up the left handgun to Crisis's face.

With one final effort, he managed to look up at Crisis, his eyes barely able to open. To keep them open was as if to pry apart walls of steel with a plank of wood. But he did it. He noticed he was pointing at the eye of Eclipse, and slowly turned the pistol to the other eye. That eye was one he had not the right to take. “Take...the seal...off.” A mouthful of blood escaped his mouth in a cough. He kept focused on Crisis. He had nothing left to lose.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

She drifted back to herself for a moment, her blurred vision suddenly in sharp focus. Somehow she wished she hadn't woken up. What lay in front of her eyes was something she really hadn't wanted to see. Unlike her brother; who was remaining disturbingly calm with Crisis' hand gripping his life-sustaining heart, it was far from typical Shugo behavior to take a rational or calm approach to things. Her heartrate shot up like a rocket, and gave her the momentary energy to sit up, her legs curling towards herself and her arms supported on her legs. Blood drifted from between her lips as her eyes widened. Panic took over. Far be it from her to control an impulse, but in this case sitting up caused the wound in her chest to reopen rather violently. Her blood could multiply more rapidly than most others, explaining why she hadn't bled out yet, but with her energy sapped every movement was a stuggle. She panted and slid down, her legs supporting her with difficulty, and her left arm gripping the table's edge desperately for more support. The plan had been to attack Crisis, but the second she rose to a standing position she knew it wasn't a good decision. Her eyes that would usually be bright with fury were now fogged and distant, and she had to force her voice up to be heard. Her eyes glared directly at Crisis, and with what was probably the most conviction she'd ever mustered she spoke the threat. It was not reckless and impulsive like most of her threats, but instead rigid and filled with repressed fury. She meant it; "Crisis Sinaura, I am going to kill you for that." 'That' meaning doing the same thing that he'd done to her, to her brother. The adrenaline that had once again driven her was now stemming, leaving her slightly slumped, but still she watched, wishing she had her dagger or her sword, having been relieved of all her fighting tools. Feeling rather useless, she stared at her brother, knowing it was her own fault.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

Crisis face was void of most emotions. Except that smirk on it. Crisis did not drop his gravity from Strife for even a moment. Once he had a firm grip on his brother heart. He took his other hand and disarmed himm, pulling the guns from his hands. He then shut off his gravity power But let Strife falls slowly to the ground, moving with him still holding his heart in the palm of his hand. His eyes never leaving him. His armor faded, but his power absoption came back on, It had by this point drained Strife of almost all his life. He kept him on the edge of death just like he had with Umare. "The first part of becoming a Sinaura. Is to be ruthless with no regaurd for anybody but your family. Everybody is an enemy unless you deem them important. Everybody is expendable unless they prove their worth" He griped tighter on his heart. His glance going to Umare. He grined at her a bit. Listing to her statments, her threat on his life. "oh i am counting on it, Umare" He returned his gaze to Strife. "Even she is expendable Strife. She is not a Sinaura. She is not an enemy either. She has also proved her worth tho." His gaze went back to his brother. "I will spare her. But i will not remove that seal. Untill i believe you have come to understand these values i place apon you." He lifted his left hand to his own mouth and bit his wrist tell it bleed. Then he held it just above Strifes mouth. "Drink in the blood of a Pureblood, and become one of us. Be bound in blood and honor. Rise as a Sinaura" Once he believed enough blood had been spilled into his mouth. Gone down his throat. Crisis griped his heart a bit more, makeing the blood pump faster directly, Letting his own inter his body and consume his every pour. Strife would feel his entire exsistence being re-shaped. There was going to be several changes he would go through now as a sinaura. Crisis would explain them to him when he woke up. For now the transformation would leave him uncontious for the better part of 2 days at minimum. "when you are finnaly contious brother. Come see me" He pulled his hand from inside him. He healed up the wound, and stood up. He slung his hang down to his side, the blood on it splatering the ground. He turned and in a flash was infront of Umare. His right fist hitting her stomach. He knocked her out cold. Holding her up on his arm, he lifted her up and onto his shoulder. He looked over his other shoulder one more time at Strife, corpse. He smiled. Thats what he did, his eyes glinted and he smiled.

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?

_________________I wanted to ask you something,But the words never formed.Instead, I only became more distantThan I actually was.Maybe one day, the things I sayWill bridge the gap between us.But when I do start to cross over......Will you still be there, waiting?